It was not difficult for the two sides to confirm each other's identities, although Leon was not involved in the events of the royal capital, and he still knew nothing about the dark side of the city. But in addition to Cheese, the identities of the three witches, Colanty, Peg, and even Kirly, as well as the descriptions of Elsa and others, cannot be explained only by incidental hearings. Even if the Blood Lion didn't want to believe it, he couldn't find a reason to question the stranger in front of him.

"Well, Dr. Hill, I've heard about your family when I was in the royal capital. As for not hearing of your name, I think it's because I haven't been in the royal capital for long. But, Mr. Roland, by your accent you are not a resident of the Greylion. And for what reason will they get involved in this calamity?" the chief knight pondered his words, and finally described the rat-man plague as a catastrophe. What kind of mistake is this, the appearance of this plague can be said to be completely without warning, and it is probably not an exaggeration to say that it is a natural disaster.

Roland smiled, his otherwise kind smile was a little more cynical because he was so younger. What remains constant is the incomprehensible wisdom in the eyes of the magician. "You can take this as some kind of personal feeling, and even if I hadn't happened to meet Cheese, my conscience wouldn't have approved of me just leaving. Sir Leon, this is the same as the chivalry you believe in to help the weak, isn't it?"

"A deserter, where is there any qualification to talk about chivalry. The Blood Lion shook his head with a wry smile as he looked at Vale City in the distance, the walls to the south lit up by torches and campfires. Some improvised wooden brackets can be seen that have been erected on the city walls, and soldiers walk up and down them like ant colonies before the rainy season.

"At least you didn't go against your heart and let yourself go on any side. It's not easy, and after knowing so much about it, simple binary choices become meaningless. There is no justice on either side of this war, only hatred and survival propelled to fight each other. Roland took a drag on his cigarette and spat out a gray ring in the air.

Leon glanced at him, an ordinary wandering artist could not say such a thing, but since the other party knew Cheese, and it was rare to add any honorifics to the title. That means that the man who calls himself Roland must have some kind of relationship with the gray robe. If you continue to think about it along this line of thought, forget it, the blood lion is already too tired, he doesn't want to squeeze the little energy he has left to guess the identity of the other party, what is the difference between knowing and not knowing?

"There will be no war. Gloria, the current leader of the nezumi, is the last member of the land's former lord family. She has decided to take the remaining nezumi into the city and die with the demons. Whatever the nezumi and demons won, see the things on the walls? Tomorrow before dawn there will be a place full of the kingdom's great crossbow arrows against the nomads, which I have seen with my own eyes shoot three men off their horses and skewer them into meat skewers with a single arrow. They can't dodge, and there will be no more living creatures in the city as long as a few volleys are fired. ”

The magician nodded and sighed, "yes, that's a sad end." By the way, you mentioned the others, where did they all go since they weren't with you, and if we can't find cheese, we'll at least bring Colante and Elsa back. ”

"I don't think you need to worry, Peg and Colente have already gone south, and they may have just happened to pass you by. But I believe that there is not much in the kingdom today that has the ability and reason to provoke two witches who are walking together. As for Kiri, maybe she's already out of the country. Of course, until she makes some mess on her own, we ordinary people won't be able to find her. Elsa, I remember that they went north, if there is no accident, they should want to go back to Dragonspine Mountain, although Mona and Jack are no longer human, but I think the legion will still accept them. After all, compared to the nezumi, the wolfwalker is more likable no matter what he thinks. ”

"And what about the Count of Montenegro, who must have been here too, and where he went after the people parted ways?" Hill asked, noticing that Leon's account did not mention Lothar's whereabouts. The warrior armed with a witch-hunting knife is also something to focus on.

"Lothar?" Leon spat out the stalk of grass in his mouth, "maybe he's more chivalrous than I am, maybe maybe he's more brainless than me." The guy remained in the camp, and the networm was with him. According to him, although he can't help the nezumi, as an insider, he has an obligation to witness the final sacrifice of the nezumi and pass on the truth. He said this in exactly the same tone as His Majesty, and if it weren't for this, I think he would be the best heir to the throne. ”

Bakham didn't speak the whole time, and Hu looked at his knight, in fact, Leon had already told him that he could leave at any time if he wanted. But the elf didn't leave, and he remembered when he and Leon had killed the nezumi when they had just left the forest, and the knight had almost buried them. Buckham still couldn't understand Leon's motives, but he knew that a knight who was loved by the Green Son shouldn't end up committing suicide in guilt. So he stayed behind to look after the wounded blood lion and wait for his wounds to heal.

"So, is this the end?" Roland said suddenly, breaking the silence for a long time, "the nezumi were all wiped out in the first territory they destroyed to atone for their sins. It seems ironic, but it's so hard to accept. They should not be this end, nor should they be a stepping stone to the next kingdom leader. It's the same with humans, they don't need a hero who slaughters the nezumi, that won't let the dead rest in peace. What they need is someone who will lead the country out of the gloom. ”

"Perhaps, but isn't that what happens in this world? What we mortals can do is so small and powerless that we can't stop it even if we see the end. Even those gray robes, don't they either sacrifice or protect themselves? The age of knights has passed, and the knights of the grey lion are dead, all dead. We don't die at the hands of the nezumi, we die by our own hands. ”

So the chirping of insects and the sound of the wind took over the night, at least in the wilderness outside the valley city. No one can answer the cries of the nezumi and demons in the walls of the city where the killing machines are erected, or whether the people infected by the plague can recall their lives as humans before they die. The thick sulphur smoke showed no sign of dissipating even after losing its owner, and it hovered in the air to refuse any light to enter the city, as if to proclaim the victory of the demons, the victory of chaos.

The night is coming to an end, and the end is coming.

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